which fucking imbecile is running this country?

your guess is as good as anyone’s

two greedy narcissist man-babies, one government. on paper, this clash of the ginormous egos shouldn’t have worked.

you wouldn’t imagine there would be enough room in the Oval Office for both of these of broken-inside attention hogs. you’d figure the first time the Space Nazi took the spotlight off Dear Leader, Donny would have exploded into a five-alarm shit-fit.

but these two clowns actually found their groove — because it turns out that the arrangement was perfect for Donny. he’s a lazy fuck who just wants to be president, but not endure any of the work that presidenting entails. golfing and grifting, that’s all Donny really wants to do.

let the Space Nazi do all the hard stuff. Donny’ll just sit at the Resolute Desk and preen for the press, and sign whatever papers his handlers stick in front him — leaving him free to hawk crypto scams to the rubes, and hang out at Motel-a-Lago every weekend.

for the first time, however, cracks seem to be appearing in the co-presidency.

remember that bullshit email the Space Nazi sent to every federal employee? ‘tell me five things you did last week or your ass is fired.’ the Sewer Clowns were pissed. they didn’t want to hand over their power to some ketamine-soaked kook. even Krazee Eyes Kash Patel was all nah bro, I’ve got a better idea. what if DOGE were to go fuck itself straight into the moon.

so into the fray steps The Great Explainer — the guy with All The Best Words. Donny’s gonna settle this email thing once and for all.

“yeah well, it’s somewhat voluntary but it’s also I guess if you don’t answer it, you get fired.”

ohh. that clears it up. thank you so much, Sundowning Grandpa Befuddlepants.

that clip was from nine days ago — February 26. clearly, though, the Sewer Clowns have been continuing to back-channel grumble at Donny, because yesterday we got this:

President Donald Trump convened his Cabinet in person on Thursday to deliver a message: You’re in charge of your departments, not Elon Musk.

According to two administration officials, Trump told top members of his administration that Musk was empowered to make recommendations to the departments but not to issue unilateral decisions on staffing and policy. Musk was also in the room.

sounds pretty conclusive, right? Donny sat his Sewer Clowns down and — with the Space Nazi right there in the room — assured them all that they were the ones in charge of their own people. Elon? he’s just an advisor. has been all along. let’s not bicker and argue about who gets to fire who.

but Donny is Donny. he can’t go ten minutes without clownfucking himself raw — and so later that afternoon, mere hours after that cabinet meeting, Donny took questions from reporters and immediately shat all over his own cover story.

“we’re gonna be watching them. and Elon and the group are gonna be watching them. and if they can cut, it’s better. and if they don’t cut, then Elon will do the cutting.”

got that? you Sewer Clowns are in charge of your own people. but not really, because Elon’s watching over you. but don’t worry about that, just make the cuts that we want you to make, because after all, you’re in charge. unless Elon has to take over.

Donny, slow the fuck down. you’re making Krazee Eyes go even krazee-eyesier.

credit: Martini Glambassador

by the way, administration lawyers have been in court for weeks, trying to convince judges that the Space Nazi has nothing to do with DOGE — because having an unelected doofus in charge of hollowing out government is clearly unconstitutional.

pay no attention to anything the Space Nazi says or does, claim the lawyers. he’s just a happy-go-lucky gazillionaire who Donny keeps around as a good luck charm.

the lawyers have been spinning a fairy tale about how a woman name Amy Gleason is actually in charge of DOGE, and that she has been from the start. yeah, that’s it — Amy Gleason — that’s the ticket.

(my favorite part of this story is that Gleason was on vacation in Mexico when this announcement was made, and seemed genuinely confused about why reporters were trying to contact her. I shit you not.)

can not one person in this administration keep their story straight?

Donny keeps blowing up the lawyers’ story, though, because he’s a motor-mouth peabrain who won’t stop referring to the Space Nazi as the head of DOGE. he did it during his address to Congress, and he did it again yesterday in the Oval Office. Donny’s not doing himself any favors here, because judges pay attention to this shit.

we had four years of wall-to-wall chaos during Donny’s first go-round. no one should be surprised that it’s happening all over again.

nobody should be surprised that government workers are getting fired, and then rehired, and then told to go home, because — oopsies! — we no longer have an office for you.

In one Department of Health and Human Services office, there was no Wi-Fi or full electricity in the first hours when people returned last week.

Department of Education employees at an office in Dallas returned to ethernet cords in piles around the floor, random wires sticking out of walls, and motion-sensor lights that weren’t working correctly, leading to dark workspaces. One employee tripped over a pile of cords on her first day back, resulting in a large gash on her foot. She’s submitted a workers’ compensation complaint.

elect clowns, expect a circus. it’s that simple.

oh look —Senate Republicans are also getting fed up with the Space Nazi.

Republican senators told tech billionaire Elon Musk at a closed-door meeting Wednesday that his aggressive moves to shrink the federal government will need a vote on Capitol Hill, sending a clear message that he needs to respect Congress’s power of the purse.

how hilarious is it that Republican Senators now have to go hat in hand to the Space Nazi and beg him to let them be relevant?

I have a question: why are these Senators running to Elon with their concerns about DOGE? isn’t it Amy Gleason who’s in charge of swinging the meat axe?

Magic Eight Ball, who’s really running this country?

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yesterday, the Space Nazi launched one of his hinky rockets. it blew the fuck up, because of course it did, and rained down huge hunks of burning metal — disrupting air traffic over Florida and grounding airplanes for hours.

if that isn’t the perfect metaphor for our government right now, I don’t know what is.

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